His to Collect
Maksim says I'm his. The man I buried says the same thing.
They put eleven paintings in front of me and asked which ones were lying.
I got nine. In ninety minutes. In front of the men who'd signed for them.
That was the moment Maksim Ivashov decided to keep me.
Bratva pakhan. Silver at the temples. Twenty years older than me, and not sorry about any of it.
He is also my dead fiancé's uncle, the man who raised him, and as forbidden as it gets.
He bought the marker Danil signed. Two million dollars of mafia debt, and my name where the collateral goes.
"You have hands and you have an eye. When I decide those are not enough, you will pay the rest however I say."
So I work for him. My eye on his collection, my body in his house, and my sister's school paid two years ahead, so that I know exactly what he can take back.
Every door he locks behind me…
Every time he makes me say it out loud before he'll touch me…
Then the fakes start spelling out a name. And I'm late.
Two pink lines, a dead man's handwriting, and I'm the only person alive who can prove what he did.
One of them is about to find out what I can do with a gilder's knife.
Content information
Dark themes, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, on-page violence and killing, and a surprise pregnancy. For adult readers 18+.
An Age Gap, Bratva Romance
Eleven paintings. Nine lies.
Cora Vance restores icons for a living. She's the only person who can prove which of Maksim's paintings are fakes. That's why he keeps her, and why the man who sold her comes back.
